The Ghost King is in trouble (Part 4) "If I can't get your heart, then...
Although the number of ghosts is gradually increasing, in the end, only ghosts with deep obsessions will stay in the mortal world.
So, although there are many ghosts encountered, in fact, at the current ratio, 99% of the people in the world will never encounter one in their lifetime.
Many people think that the obsessions they have when they are alive are nothing more than a handful of dust when they look back after death.
So, when I saw the cat ghost again, I was a little surprised.
Animals are less likely to linger as ghosts than people, and even I have only seen this one.
Compared to the last time they met, the cat ghost looked much more disheveled and his figure seemed less illusory.
I became a little interested.
"What do you want to do?"
I stretched out my hand.
Rejected.
interesting.
As a child favored by God, I have been loved by small animals since I was a child, but this kitten actually rejected me.
"Cat, you have successfully caught my attention."
I took out the cat strips I carried with me and lured it.
It remained unmoved and arched its body.
This is the special cat strips I just got from the snack factory under my name. The newly developed flavor has attracted countless programmer cats, and countless programmer ghosts work diligently to provide snacks for their cats.
This kitten can actually say no.
It breathed at me, backed away in alarm, and then ran away.
I stood up and said to the assistant beside me, "Half an hour, I want all the information about this cat!"
The assistant smiled, "Okay, President."
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The black cat arched its back towards the man.
Its emerald green eyes darkened, its claws grew long and sharp, able to chop off an adult's head with one claw, and even its body swelled up like a cheetah.
It pounced on it, but still found nothing.
The man just shuddered, rubbed his eyes, and muttered, "Damn it, I'm hallucinating. I need to take a break after finishing this job."
The cat growled and pounced again, but again missed.
Its ghost became a little dimmer.
I said to him, “You’re not doing any good.”
The cat ghost and the man looked at me together.
The man showed a ferocious expression, "Kid, don't meddle in other people's business."
I didn't look at him, I looked at the cat, "You rejected me just because of him?"
The man's expression was tinged with fear. "Who are you talking to?"
"Get rid of it."
I waved forward, and bodyguards rushed out from behind me and captured the group of cat traffickers who stole and kidnapped kittens.
The big truck behind him was full of cats.
Cats of different genders, breeds and ages were crowded together. Some were still energetic, while others were already dead.
Some of them were wild cats roaming freely on the streets, and some were cherished babies by their parents. All of them were taken away in one car.
Some cats will be sold and made into dishes on the table, some cats will be skinned and boned and made into cat fur coats, and some, with their fierce temperaments and tenacious vitality, will be sold to certain "players" with special fetishes, and die amid screams and devilish laughter.
I squatted down and looked at the black cat.
It was the cat that was abused the most by the cat abuser.
All the fur on the body was cut off piece by piece, and then put into the ant swarm, where every bone was broken, and finally put into the meat grinder and ground into meat paste.
It lived for three days and did not succumb until its last moment of death.
After death, it still lingered around the cat-pulling cart for a long time.
Because it is the leader of the wild cat group.
It hasn't brought any other cats home yet.
"Your obsession should be gone by now. Let me touch you before you leave."
I stretched out my hand.
In this world, there is no cat that my boss cannot get.
The black cat didn't move.
Even took a step back.
I sneered and grabbed the black cat, "Cat, do you think you have the right to refuse?"
The assistant connected the electronic display device with smooth movements.
I hugged the black cat, ignored its resistance, and stroked it from head to tail.
"Even if I can't get your heart, I will get your body!"
I put down the crumpled black cat and stood up contentedly.
The black cat stood there in a daze, as if it had just been rubbed and kissed by ten cat addicts who called it "Little cat~". Its body, which was as big as a cheetah just now, had been reduced to its original size by me.
I'm afraid it has never suffered such an insult in its life.
I sneered.
Kitty, remember this, this is the price of rejecting me!
Suddenly, a dark shadow came towards me. I subconsciously leaned over and raised my arm to block it, and I felt a sharp pain in my arm.
The man just now was like a madman, pointing at the black cat and yelling, "It's you! It's you! It's you, you beast!"
Soon, he was unable to speak. The tremendous strength he had just burst out with fear had been exhausted, and the bodyguards held him down again.
I don't know if he was frightened or what, but he fainted with a huge body.
The doctor bandaged my arm nervously.
"Don't wrap it so thickly."
It was just a small cut, but it would have healed if I had bandaged it two minutes later.
The black cat looked at my arm for a while, and its arched back lowered inch by inch.
I raised an eyebrow, "Why, did you like the feeling just now?"
The black cat flicked its tail and ran away in humiliation.
Later, cat owners came to pick up their cats one after another, and they continued to investigate the group of cat traffickers and busted their lair.
Among them, the man who abused the black cat was also arrested.
This man had spread cat abuse videos on the Internet many times. The police wanted to arrest him and educate him, but unexpectedly, they found human finger bones in his house.
Addicted to torture and killing, he was no longer satisfied with torturing cats, but began to reach out to children and young girls.
He was taken away and probably won't be able to come back in the next life.
After all, people like him would probably be reborn as animals.
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The strategy ghost around me hasn't appeared for a month.
Just when I thought that was the end of it, I had a dream.
The boy in the dream had a wicked smile and a pair of scarlet eyes, as clear as blood-colored glass.
"My ghost queen, I'm here to pick you up."
"Who are you?"
"I am the Ghost King."
I opened my eyes.
The ghost king in the dream was standing at the head of my bed, covered in blood and looking hideous in death.
I frowned, picked up the diamond-studded microphone, and turned it on. "Lean back and don't let the blood drip onto the sheets."
There's no way. Today I'm resting in another bedroom in the manor. The bed here is 100 square meters and the head of the bed is a bit far away.
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